Immediately, he removed his hand. “You stay still unless I say otherwise.”
His tone made it clear he expected a reply.
“Yes, sir.”
“Excellent.”
No, it wasn’t. Morgan could feel her body temperature rising, her thoughts beginning to slide in a thick morass to a lustchoked swirl. Right and wrong were slowly being replaced with pleasure and pain, with the need to achieve orgasm. And oddly, with pleasing Jack.
He turned and walked out the door. Morgan glanced over her shoulder and watched him leave, his taut, bare ass inciting a fresh spark of need, even as his disappearance incited fear. Where was he going? He couldn’t just leave her here like this! How long did he expect her to remain in this position, waiting?
Morgan turned her head and started watching the clock on the bedside table. It ticked away in the silence. The only other sound she heard was her own heartbeat.
Five minutes slid by. Then another five. Her legs began to turn numb. She noticed the slight chill in the room his absence allowed. But something told her not to move. Something told her this was a test.
She didn’t intend to fail.
After another eight minutes, he returned with a smallish black box in hand and an erection that left her with no doubt of his ability to perform again. Without a word, he set the box on the bedside table, then glanced at her.
“You’re still in position. Good. Very good.”
He trailed a light finger from the small of her back down…down between the cheeks of her ass. She stiffened, gasped, tried to tighten against him. He hesitated, but when she made no further protest, he continued his quest down to her sex.
Then he was there, his fingertips gliding over the slick flesh pouting into his hand. Back and forth, all around the outer folds, spreading her moisture in a careless, unhurried pattern.
He was toying with her. Just toying! But she was too aroused for anger. Morgan thrust her hips back at his hand. Do something! her body screamed silently.
He merely used his other hand to smack her ass again.
“Stay still,” he demanded.
He wrapped his fingers around her hip to stop the provocative wriggle of her hips. She tensed, trying so hard to do as he commanded. Her muscles trembled with effort as pleasure streaked unmercifully inside her.
“Your sweet pu**y is wet, Morgan. Even more wet than this morning. And swollen. You think you’re ready to be f**ked?”
Squeezing her eyes shut, Morgan tried to hold her answer in. If she said yes, he would only torment her. If she no, he would torment her even more. But pretending indifference to the magical mastery of his fingers trailing through her juices, between her sensitive folds, just wasn’t possible.
“Yes, sir,” she finally croaked out.
She ached everywhere. The need beat at her. Everything between her knees and her navel screamed for his mouth, his cock. Anything! She needed him to do something.
Jack merely kept playing.
“There’s too much fight in you. When you completely submit…then we’ll see.”
Oh, she wanted to argue that one. This was as damn submissive as she was going to get. He could either accept what she was willing to give or go jump off a—
Oh my God!
A pair of his fingers sliced through her moisture, through her slick folds—and plunged inside. A turn of his wrist, a flick of his fingers… He found her G-spot and began a firm but leisurely caress.
Almost immediately, the pleasure clamped around her thighs, pierced her clit, darted up her passage. Everything inside her body came alive as he continued an unmerciful press on that oh-so-sensitive spot.
She moaned, long, loud, then thrust her hips back at him in invitation once more. He declined, neither invading farther nor rubbing faster. He simply stayed the course.
Blood began to roar in Morgan’s ears. She became aware of her heartbeat vibrating inside her. Her clit throbbed in time with the rhythm. Perspiration broke out between her aching br**sts, at her temples and nape, between her rigid thighs.
Higher, higher the man was driving her. And God, she was almost there, almost to the edge of the cliff. This was going to be a free-fall from unknown heights. Her body tensed, preparing. She panted, wailed, wanting it more than anything…